AN: Hello! The only thing I need to say is... Well, shit, I forgot. Oh, yeah! Disclaimer - I don't own shit. Well... I own my shit. But not Eric Kripke's shit. Like Supernatural.

Other than that little bit of fun that you'll see on EVER other story, I would like to say this is probably set somewhere in season five. Maybe just after Castiel's rebellion. I don't know, that seems to be the best place to put this ficlet.

Enjoy.

Seriously, I'm going to Hell for this. Well, back to Hell. I can't help it, I can't. He's just…gorgeous. Really, really, really gorgeous. Or… His vessel is. Whatever, I don't care. I just think of all the inappropriate things we could do – that I could show him. I can't help it, and I just make myself sick.

Damn… An angel – an angel, man! C'mon…when it was Jimmy… When it was Novak, I was… I thought 'this wouldn't be as bad' but no – No! – I couldn't even think of Novak like that. The way he talked, walked, his voice – none of it attracted me. None of it. But Cas…Castiel in Novak's body and mighty Hell, hold me down. That personal space shit I tell him? Yeah, that's for his own good – I don't want him to step away from me. I want to hold him, touch his skin, run my fingers through his hair.

Fuck.

I need to go back to Hell.

Ugh, just go take a cold shower. Good idea. Yes.

"You gonna hang out? I'm going to shower,"

Sam looked up from where he was, twirling a pencil. "You okay?" He asked. I gave him a look.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You've been showering a lot recently."

Because I'm dirty and horny as fuck. I don't remember being like this since middle school and I wanted to be screwing anything that walked. But instead of saying any of this, I shrugged and stepped into the bathroom. "Actually, I'm going to take off, Dean."

"Be careful with Baby!" I yelled. Laughter followed, but I needed to take this damn shower and get this fucking angel out of my system.

Sighing, I pulled off my shirt as I turned around to face the mirror.

And then proceeded to scream like a little girl.

"Cas, man, what the Hell?"

"You're shirtless." He stated monotonously as he stared in my eyes. Don't flex, Dean. Don't flex. You're not about that.

"Yeah, I was about to shower, what are you doing here?" I asked. Seriously, is this the best or the worst time? I am so pissed. And happy.

"You called for me."

I gave him the best look of confusion that I could manage. "Cas, I'm in pants. I'm about to shower. Why on Earth would I call you to me?"

Cas pursed his lips. "You should probably tell me."

I looked at him for a little before sighing. "Well, I guess you got butt dialed."

"Butt dialed?"

"It's-"

But before I could explain what it was, hands gripped my waist and spun me around, and then moved north to push my body over the sink. Not exactly what I had in mind, but –

"Excuse me, Dean's Butt-"

"Okay, enough!" I spun around, catching Cas at cock-level. Oh fuck, shit, fuckfuck. Cas, no, just no. He didn't stand up and just looked at me from where he was. "Okay, Cas, stand up."

He stood. "I do not understand."

"I don't know who called you, but I didn't." I answer, instead of explaining 'butt dialed.' Castiel cocked his head to the side. Jesus, I just wanted to kiss him, so bad – those lips… No, Dean, no! Think of something else. Anything else.

"Dean, you seem to be…distracted."

You don't say, you son of a bitch. Just think of…of Sam!

Cas reached out a hand and laid it on my bare chest, in a friendly way. The tips of his fingers alone made my skin feel alive and I was floored that such a tiny touch had so much over me. "Do you need something that I can give you?"

Damn, Cas, are you trying to do that?! Think of Sam. Just don't – wait. "Cas, are you sure I am the one you heard?"

Cas withdrew his hand and my chest felt like it was freezing. I played it off, though. "No… Not… That's not how it works."

"How does it work?"

"Well, if I'm in tune to you, I can know when you're calling me."

Damn it, Sam.

"Sam…" I trailed. Seriously, I'm upset. How did he even… Oh my God.

"Dean, do you need something? Or am I here for no reason?"

I wasn't for sure how to reply. I wanted him to stay, but life wasn't about stuff I wanted, or things that make me necessarily happy. I mean, Cas – Cas makes me happy. So of course it could never happen. The Winchester Curse. I don't say any of this, obviously. Just shrug. "Sorry, I'm not for sure why Sammy called you then ditched." Although I have a good idea why.

Cas seemed to shake his head. "That's okay. Do you need me for anything?"

I looked him straight in the eyes. I need you to either tell me you're not interested, or give me a sign that it's okay to fuck you.

Cas's face changed. He seemed surprised. But I couldn't think so much about why, when I had just had the dirtiest thought about the purest thing I know. Cas was just good and here I was, wanting to ruin and defile him. I was wrong. Well, I had to be-

"Dean."

My eyes, which had glazed over, snapped back to him. "It's okay, Dean."

No, it's not. "Well, we're wasting your time and I'm-"

"No, Dean. It's okay."

But before I can finish my thought process, suddenly Cas's hand is on my abdomen and my back is touching the crappy motel bed sheets. Cas is atop me, his trench shredded to the floor and I can feel his body's weight settled on my groin. My crotch. Fuck.

"Fuck! Cas, what are you-"

"You said to give you a sign." He replied. "I am."

His hands, which were spread open on my stomach slid up my body as he lowered his chest down on mine. His hips pressed and rolled into mine. "Shit, Castiel – "

"-Dean."

We locked eyes.

The personal spece rule be damned. Oh, God, his hair was a mess, lips parted slightly – I just needed to kiss him until he was breathing hard and moaning against-

"Do it, Dean." He muttered and how do I keep fucking forgetting how he can pick up thoughts with eye contact?

"Cas-"

"Dean."

I tried to glare, but couldn't and he was leaning in toward me.

Our lips brushed.

Waves crashed, lightning crackled, thunder rolled, the Earth quaked, my mind flooded, icy winds blew a chilling breeze down my spine.

I wasn't kissing an angel. I wasn't kissing a man. I was kissing true happiness and my body would have spasmed and thank God I was lying down or I would be on the ground.

Castiel wasn't just an angel – he was my angel, and I would be damned if I was going to let anyone hurt him – myself included.

So just as I dived over the cliff, I swam out and suddenly I was in real life again, grabbing his shoulders and flipping us on the bed. "Castiel, I can't."

"You wanted a sign, I was just delivering,"

I bowed my head in shame. "I know, but Cas…" I sat up and got off the top of him, as much as I didn't want to. "Cas, I can't do this. Not to you. I can't-"

"But you want to."

"Of course I do-"

"-Then why can't you?" He sounded…angry? No…maybe… "Dean, why can't you?"

No, that was definitely anger.

"You're an angel, Cas! What do you want me to do? Show you what it's like a with Dean Winchester? Break you, violate you? Because-"

But as I turned to look at him, he was gone.

"So how was you fiftieth shower of the day?" Sam called as he dropped some food on the chipped table.

He was wrong about the shower count – I had to shower three more times after Cas left, so the count was at fifty-two. "Ha-ha." I replied, walking over to him. "Dude, is that pie?"

Sam smiled and opened the box.

"Ah, Sammy, I knew Dad got me a little brother for something."

Now he rolled his eyes, but I didn't bother telling him I was joking – he knew. "So how was he?"

"He?"

"Cas."

I choked.

Sam laughed.

"That good?"

Now it was my turn to glare. "Seriously, why did you call him, Sam?"

Sam shrugged. "Oh, I don't know," he answered, letting his jacket carry the weight of his arms as his hands dripped into his pockets. I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't at the same time. Mainly because now I knew Cas would be consensual. Although still - thinking about fucking an angel? Wrong. Definitely wrong.

"Dean?"

"He left after he figured out it wasn't me that called him." I answered. Which was true.

Sam gave me his bitch face. "And?"

I glared, turning around with a piece of pie. "Go to Hell, Sammy. You do realize we're talking about an angel, right?" I turned to face him. "Wings, righteousness. Everything we're not." Everything I'm not.

Sam seemed to shrug.

"Novak is human."

I glared. "So? Tofu is food, but I'm not eating it."

"I'm just saying-"

"What, that because you can get freaky with a demon, I can with an angel?"

Oh, I regret saying that.

"No, you dick, I'm saying that Castiel was probably human once, and he's rebelled against Heaven. He can make his own decisions."

"I'm sorry, Sammy," I muttered.

Not that I saw him, but I knew he rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Dean. I'm going to guess it's because you're…distracted."

Turning around, I glared. "Let's just go up and check out the rest of our case."

He laughed.

Smug bastard.

So! I have a lot written and the next part will be up soon. Please, don't expect this to be a long...drawn out thing. (I've always wanted to write one of those, I'm just not...patient or talented enough.) I'm just cutting the one shot up so it's not a glaring 98757957394 worded document. That's an insane number, I would... I don't know if I could read that much of one story. I might have...before. I don't know. I'm getting side tracked - I hope you enjoyed, I hope you stick around for the next part, and I love constructive criticism. Or just flames. Whatever, I can take it.

Thank you!

~The Plutomite